Other Cities

There's nothin' like the feeling of the plane flight homeward;

The way my stomach dips when the landing gears lowered;

Because no matter how many miles that I wander;

The bay bridge curves like a smile on the water;

I'm like, what up missy?

Tell me you were missin' me;

With this pretty city skyline lit up like a Christmas tree;

The buildings shimmering like pinky rings from Tiffany's;

Every time I witness it I have a damn epiphany;

That this is me! This is where I've got the richest history;

Stacked with six or seven memories on every single street;

I never missed a beat;

I'm soaked in city pride;

And me oh my, this foggy sky got me misty eyed;

There might be other cities half as raw as ours;

(just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)

Out in some distant galaxy among the stars;

(But I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)

We don't play tiny violins over minor things;

We slide into the ring takin' Tyson swings;

Because this city will defend our fuckin' pride

And raise each other up like Simba in the Lion King;

We're not shy;

I ain't no coy coward;

I'll be doin' trust falls offa Coit tower;

My boys on the ground floor providin' man power;

But if I die now, mix me into clam chowder;

Put me in a bread bowl, feed me to the seagulls;

But not the freakin' tourists;

I'm sure they're peachy people;

I guess I'm just a purist;

It isn't oil, but there's somethin' in the water

And it's got me feelin' diesel;

There might be other cities half as raw as ours;

(just as 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)

Out in some distant galaxy among the stars;

(But I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it)

OUTRO: BOBBY "BLUE" BLAND

Ain't no love, in the heart of the city;

Ain't no love, in the heart of town;

Ain't no love, in the heart of the city;

Ain't no love, in the heart of town;

Ain't no love